The Man

Well, I tried to make it last as long as I could, but The Man has put her foot down. “What did The Man make you do”, you ask? In case you haven’t noticed, or haven’t read my blog before, I had to take down my last post, “Baby Mama Drama/Lifestyle Changes”, and The Man was behind it all. But since The Man still pays for my cell phone bill and car insurance, and takes me out to eat all the time, I gotta do what The Man says. It seems that my former post ruffled the feathers of The Man and her cohorts. The Man didn’t understand why I felt the need to broadcast my troubles for the world to see. But it’s a generational thing. It’s kind of like how right now, I feel the need to tell you all that I’m having an OK day and bought a Coke Zero at the gas station. Raise the roof!

But what The Man was really upset about was how that one little blog post could affect my future. She was afraid that if I left that piece of writing up, it could be the difference between getting the job of my dreams or not, or getting accepted to grad school or not. But because I love The Man, and I want to still be able to play Words With Friends with her, and drive to her house, the post had to come down like the Berlin Wall. 

Having to write this post feels like what I imagine writing a eulogy would be like. But maybe it’s just because it’s cold and cloudy today. Either way, it does make me sad that I’ve had to take my last post down. One of the parties involved in the last post wrote to me again on FaBo, telling me several things that were meant to tear me down and make me feel shitty. Well it did. For about two seconds. After having lunch with The Man, I went to Starbucks to write this “eulogy”. And who did I happen to see in there? The second most hipster person I know. I haven’t seen this former coworker, fellow musician/percussionist/djembe enthusiast, recently engaged friend in a while, and it was really good to see him. I had forgotten how encouraging and uplifting this dude is! After having someone just try to make me feel super shitty by saying that my writing is “useless”, this guy goes and says he thinks my writing is really good and witty and hilarious. It completely made my day. We talked more about my blog, and his critique of it was exactly what I was trying to get across to people. He GOT it! He understood that with my last post, I was just venting about some shitty stuff that happened to me and trying to make a joke out of it. As if that weren’t enough, dude says I should write some little books or something, of stories of my life. As flattered as I am by that suggestion, I think I’ll just stick with blogging for now. But who knows, maybe one day I will turn this humble little blog of mine into something bigger, something more concrete. Maybe I’ll be the next Lena Dunham. I wouldn’t mind winning a couple Golden Globes for writing about my life. 

Forever dancing like an idiot.

Before I wrap up, I’d like to repost the not-so-controversial part of my last post and add to it.

I woke up this morning at about 7am (which is super unlike me), and after tossing and turning, trying to get back to sleep, I decided that I was going to make a change, turn over a new leaf, and leave all this Baby Mama drama behind me. For the past who-knows-how-long, I’ve been eating junk food. Not because I don’t like healthy food like fruits and vegetables and such, but because it’s the quick and easy thing to do. If it’s midnight and I’m hungry, I’d just drive to Krystal’s or Taco Bell because they’re both open late and both exactly a minute’s drive away from my house. But I’ve just become so sick of constantly eating crap. And after last night’s ordeal, I feel like I need to change some things in my life, like cutting certain people out, and eating healthy. Call it my belated New Year’s resolutions, if you will. So I got up and went to see my mom at work, to tell her about my new lifestyle plans, and freaked her out because I was awake and dressed at 10am on a Monday. But she’s all on board and excited that I’ve decided to eat better.  

From there I went to Publix and spent nearly $50 on carrots, celery, apples, bananas, grapes, grape tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, EVOO, balsamic vinegar, peanut butter, milk, bottled water, some storage containers for my veggies, and some Ziploc baggies for on-the-go-ness. I’m hoping these supplies will last me for the whole week and that I won’t get tired of eating almost the same thing every day, but we shall see. And I shall keep you all posted! 

Welp, I ate all the mozzarella, tomatoes, and celery in two days. And I was hungry allllll day Monday, even though I’d been eating my fruits and veggies all day, and I ended up breaking down and getting a couple of junior hamburgers from Wendy’s at 9pm. But I think trying to quit eating crap “cold turkey” was maybe the wrong approach. I think I need to slowly cut out the crap. I’m still eating more fresh fruits and veggies than I did last week, but I also had pizza for lunch today, and I’m OK with that (hey, you can’t really go wrong with pizza from Harvest Moon, amirite Albanians?). I’m also going to start exercising. Last night at about midnight, while it was kind of raining, I decided to go for a walk. It was awesome. I came home drenched, but it was really refreshing. I walked probably a little over a mile in my neighborhood, with my rain boots and my favorite playlist. I’m going to try to do this at least once a week, if not more. Doing these small things in the small space of four days has already made me feel better, and made me feel less like crap. 

All in all, I feel like I’m making some small steps in the right direction, starting with cutting out the crap: the crappy people and the crappy food. You should try it too.

Shout out to my friend Jeramie, the second most hipster person I know. Thank you for your kind words. And here’s your reminder to let me know what you think about this post.